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an old folks home Why you have a nice room right there ahead of the stairs And a big soft bed yes no one's sleepin' there You have a big yardback out

the old folks are at home [ el.banjo - fiddle ] Just a village and a homestead on the farm And a mother's love to shield you from all harm A mother's love so true a

a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war

alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale

them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A

bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest, We don put them other niggas on a hiatus, Beat ya bitch with a pump if

this foolish track, so I spit my foolish flows My hands go up and down like strippers' booties go My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins Last time on a